The vibration beneath Elian's palm did not stop. It traveled up his arm, a low-frequency hum that made his teeth ache and his vision dance with phantom grids. He yanked his hand away as if the dirt itself had bitten him, his chest heaving with shallow, panicked breaths.
Sarah, we have to move. Now.
She stood up, her legs wobbly, still clutching the cooling pendant. The white light of the dawn was intensifying, revealing the extent of the crater’s destruction.
What is it? What did you feel?
Elian stumbled, his boots crunching against the glass-slicked debris of the Hub. He looked at the city, at the towering, dark silhouettes of buildings that were now just dead steel skeletons. He could feel every one of them. Not as a map, but as a nervous system. The building foundations were still
